In the middle of my reading and silence I hear a whisper. Not a harsh, blunt tone, but soothing, relaxing. I find myself, when they stop, to want to ask for more. It makes me feel drowsy, but a pleasant drowsy. It envelopes me. Two girls talking, but only one can penetrate my deepest concentration. Others now, it feels good. Almost tickles my neck and deep in my ears. I wait for more. None comes. I simply remember how I felt. Whispers are good. They have a power of their own. Your conscience speaks in whispers. God speaks in whispers. Listen.
